Dirt Road Dollars (feat. Nate Kenyon)

Monday morning rooster, cock-a-doodle-doo Clock squakin' on the night stand Slapping the the alarm off Stumble to the pot, got coffee on the stove top Button up the blue collar, time to make the boots walk Out the front door Yeah, sun ain't even up yet Sonny But we sure are yeah, 'cause time is money And we makin' them dirt road dollars Way out yonder, out in them hollers Doin' it like our fathers Up on them tractors out in them pastures Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough 24-carat gold corn rows Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars Aching, peelin', shuck stacks Diggin', tillin', swing that Hammer at the two-by 40 hours well passed Racking in the grain cash Stacking up the hay stacks Red clay paid 'cause we ain't afraid to break backs Or a good sweat Nah, sun ain't gone down yet Sonny So we ain't done yet Hell nah, 'cause time is money And we making them dirt road dollars Way out yonder out in them hollers Doing it like our fathers Up on them tractors out in them pastures Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough 24-carat gold corn rows Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars Yeah, uh-huh I be up and at it by your first break I be work the whole day I ain't into role play Catch me in the role cage chillin' just a chewin' up that black dirt Plowin', plantin', croppin', I ain't stoppin' 'til my ass hurt Silver queens shucking with the farm all truckin' With them ace 55s, boy, y'all ain't seen nothing I be gettin' with the pickin' nearly all day Doing it all the way croppin' 'til we all pay, hey There's a long hard road 'til the next one starts Buddy, you don't wanna know what the tractor parts cost I can get you up a figure for a rig and a plow I got some heifers in the back but I don't sell holy cows Man that old Ferguson burnin' about 2.50 a gallon Now my head churnin' up dirt and I'm up turnin' to plowin', you dig? Probably do but on your own time I keep the young-in's supper comin' down the lunch line And we making them dirt road dollars Way out yonder out in them hollers Doing it like our fathers Up on them tractors out in them pastures Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough 24-carat gold corn rows Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars Come, Saturday night I take my baby out on the town And on Sunday it's church, then lay around the house And we making them dirt road dollars Way out yonder out in them hollers Doing it like our fathers (like our fathers) Up on them tractors out in them pastures Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough 24-carat gold corn rows Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars (Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars)